A Brush with the Past

I've Been Drinkin'. I've Been Drinkin'.~

I turn away from Elden once Ciel is out of earshot (I think). 'Where is my precious Tanaka...and Mey-rin...and Bardroy?!?' Elden holds my arm in place as my body prepares to get into action. 'If my calculations are correct, they all should be in the kitchen...which is due northwest 301 degrees. The kitchen is roughly 45 feet away so it would take 2.6 seconds to reach it. That's without the crowds interferenc-'

"Are you serious?" I jump at Elden's booming voice.

"Huh?"

"Are you really breaking down a trip to the kitchen that far? That's ridiculous. Besides that, wouldn't you like to here my earlier question? The one I guess you blocked out." I let a breathe out in annoyance.

"Yes and what did you ask before?"

"For a dance." He says with his smoulder look. It seems a few strands of his hair have popped out of place. Hell, even his eyebrows are disheveled. I guess he really did have a tiny freak out. I reach up and smooth the brows to a normal look with my index and pinky finger at once.

"I see no reason not too. The only catch is that you have to get the champagne I asked for earlier after a song or two, got it?" He grins and tugs on my arm once again.

We try to filter smoothly into the tipsy crowd, but to no avail. The fellow residents stubbornly stick to their spots. He huffs and turns to me, placing my right hand on his shoulder and the other on his waist. 'Firm. Me gusta.' He then places his hand on my waist and lifts the other hand with mine.  He waits until he can catch the beat and steps towards me. I quickly step back to avoid my foot from being flattened by his.

This carries on for a bit...

After the painful 10 minutes have passed by, he releases me from his clutch.  I smile and bow, which he fully returns.  I grin bigger and wave my hand to shoo him.  He chuckles...then frowns at my bluntness.  He sheepishly backs away and disappears into the crowd.  'That's right. Leave. And while you're gone I shall find my crew.'  I laugh evilly, causing a bitter faced woman to look at me in disgust. 

I close my eyes and sniff the air to find a scent of shoe polish, burnt meat, and green tea to my right...sort of.  I open my now demonic eyes and speed walk to my squad.  I reach the kitchen doors in no time and the corner of my mouth twitches up.  I grasp the handle and let it slowly creak open, which let smoke bellow out from the crack.  My sensitive eyes tear up and I push the door open faster.  Smoke attacks my face.  I force my eyes to trudge on into the dragon's den.

As I step in, I feel something pull on the side of my dress. I look down to see a hazy Tanaka trying to get my attention. He pulls me out of the kitchen and then shuts the door in my face. 'Why?'

"Because a lady should not have to worry about such petty things." Sebastian answers. I whip around to see his hair slicked back and a few pink particles stuck to his forehead. Maybe they were left over makeup...they WERE slightly sparkly.

"A little smoke is no big deal." I say back and tie my hair up with a ribbon.  'Wait, I had just wished for one and it appeared...weird.'  I shrug and open the door once again.  Sebastian huffs and places his gloved hands on my bare shoulders, causing thin tendrils of electricity to burrow into my bones.  I shiver and continue into the kitchen.

Tanaka is waving a cloth at the cracked window.  Sebastian can deal with whatever else is happening since he let go of me.  I pick up my dress to avoid tripping and rush to Tanaka.  I pick him up, place him on the counter, and open the window all the way.  I feel the smoke smack me on the back in its desperate endeavor out the window.  I turn around to see Mey-rin hugging her knees in a corner and many broken plates scattered around her.  The plates (Well, the remains of the plates) are in a row, leading to the island.  Sebastian is scowling as he grabs the smokey meat and submerges it in the water in the huge sink.  Bardroy is frowning and smoking the conveniently lit cigarette that usually hanged in his mouth.  'I had hoped it was just a metaphor.'